Total pages in book: 20
Estimated words: 18102 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 91(@200wpm)___ 72(@250wpm)___ 60(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 18102 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 91(@200wpm)___ 72(@250wpm)___ 60(@300wpm)
And then the doorknob started rattling as they tried opening the door. I snapped into action, lifting my phone to dial for help, when I felt the sensation of someone standing right behind me. I turned just in time to see a massive man coming toward me.
He was dressed in all black, with his face painted like a wicked-looking skull.
He wore a black bandana across the lower half of his face, but I could tell he smiled, and I knew it was probably in an insidious way. I opened my mouth to scream, but the sound of the front door opening behind me startled me into silence. Everything went in slow motion as another huge male stepped through, then slowly closed the door.
The man now at my back wrapped his arm around my throat from behind, and I was paralyzed with fear, unable to fight back. All I could do was lift my arms enough to grip his forearm, as if I could stop him from squeezing tighter if he wanted to, as I stared ahead at the other man. He wore a skull-printed bandana, and the top of his face that was paint in the same manner crinkled as he grinned when he lifted his hand and showed me what he held.
A key.
My house key, according to the cartoonish cat keychain attached to it.
He gently swung it back and forth like it was a little prize he was showing off. “Surprise, little girl. Ready to keep that promise and do whatever we say?”
The fear and shock still filled me, but there was something else that tickled the back of my neck, something that sparked, because this man was… familiar.
Neither of them was soaking wet, just a little damp, which led me to believe they’d been here, watching… waiting before the storm even started. Had the one I was privately livestreaming with been doing so in his car? Right outside on my porch, even?
And as I inhaled deeply, the scents all around me—invading me—were familiar as well.
The man in front of me came closer, and the one behind pulled me back harder against his chest. They were both so big, and although fully dressed in all black, I could see how built they were.
“I know you.” My heart was still racing as I breathed out those words. I slowly looked over my shoulder—his arm locked around my neck loosening when he felt my intent—and up at the man now holding me so tight around my ribs with his other arm that I could barely breathe. “I know both of you.”
Both of them chuckled but didn’t respond. The arm wrapped loosely around my neck slid across until his hand gripped it and tightened, cutting off what little breath I could take in. Finally, when I thought I might pass out, he let go of me, and I looked down at his hand before it disappeared behind me. Tattoos covered it. Ones I knew. Ones I’d seen for years.
I gasped, spun around, and stumbled backward to the wall that stopped me from escaping. I looked between the two men, and they moved closer to each other until they stood side by side, facing me ominously.
For a prolonged moment, none of us spoke. I felt beads of sweat break out across my body as adrenaline spiked inside me. I suddenly remembered I was still in my camgirl get-up, was pantyless, and had just been touching myself to an online stranger not even twenty minutes before.
This stranger, who wasn’t a stranger at all.
Tate.
Or had it been Gunnar?
Either way, it was them I’d been talking to this whole time.
I shook my head, and the one with the skull-printed bandana took it off and grinned. Gunnar.
Tate, with the black bandana, laughed and glanced at Gunnar. “Took her longer than I thought to figure out it was us.”
“I don’t understand what’s going on,” I whispered.
Gunnar reached down and grabbed himself through his dark pants, and I gasped at how lewd the act was. This was my stepbrother’s best friend. This was someone I’d known since… forever.
I was focused on Gunnar groping himself and couldn’t even pretend he wasn’t sporting a massive erection. Like a tether now pulling me to Tate, I glanced at his crotch and felt my jaw drop at the fact that he was hard as well.
“Yes, little girl. Now, you understand what’s going on,” Tate finally responded.
“Yeah, she does,” Gunnar said through his grin.
“Kitten,” Tate said in a low, sexually-laced voice. “Pull up your skirt and show us that pink. Let’s finish what we started.”
“No,” I said and shook my head, pressing myself into the wall in hopes it would open up and swallow me.
“That’s cute, baby.” Tate took a step toward me. “Real cute that you think you can deny either of us.”
His best friend stepped up next to Tate, and before I knew how the hell this would play out, Gunnar unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock.